Laronar nods, as he nocks an arrow. He looks a couple of the Orc's in the eye, shooting off a wry smile before firing off an arrow. Striking the Orc in the chest the arrow pierces deep but does not cause a fatal wound.

laronar makes haste back around the corner where Cadogan lay in wait to put his magic's to work. The Orc's yell in anger, beginning their thunderous pursuit of Laronar, the Chieftan remaining behind, awaiting his troupes return with Laronar's head upon a plater.

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